The ride to the Celestial Bureau's headquarters was tense.
Seraphina sat beside Siheon inside the armored transport while Eric and his squad sat opposite them in stiff silence. The air felt heavy, like everyone inside was waiting for Siheon to explode or sprout wings or start glowing.
Siheon leaned slightly toward Seraphina and whispered,
"Are they always like this?"
She whispered back, "You get used to it."
Eric cleared his throat.
"We can hear you."
Seraphina rolled her eyes. "Good. Then hear this: if anyone tries to examine Siheon without permission, I will—"
"Break our jaws," Eric finished dryly. "Yes, we got that part."
Siheon smirked slightly.
She really is scary when she wants to be.
The transport finally slowed.
Outside the window, Siheon saw a towering structure made of obsidian-like material, glowing with celestial runes. The building stretched high into the sky like a monument carved by gods.
Seraphina nudged him. "Welcome to HQ. I told you—big, dramatic, and uncomfortable."
Eric added, "It is the only place on Earth built to withstand celestial-level anomalies. Don't break anything."
Siheon blinked. "Why do you sound like you're talking specifically to me?"
"Because I am."
Seraphina muffled a laugh.
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The moment they stepped inside, Siheon felt hundreds of eyes turn toward him. Agents whispered. Screens flickered. Magical detectors beeped and immediately shut themselves off as if overwhelmed.
An officer wearing glasses ran past shouting, "Sir! The scanners short-circuited again! His energy readings broke the system!"
Eric's face tightened. "Of course they did."
Seraphina leaned toward Siheon. "Try not to glow. They panic easily."
"I'm not glowing."
"Yet."
He looked down just in case. Luckily nothing was emitting light—today.
Eric led them into a glass chamber at the center of HQ. It was circular, filled with floating screens, runic monitors, and a large holographic projector.
Eric turned to them.
"This is the Archive Room. All celestial, demonic, and pre-creation files are stored here."
Seraphina crossed her arms. "We're not here for a tour, Eric."
Eric took a breath and looked straight at Siheon.
"We're here because… you already have a file."
Siheon frowned. "A what?"
Eric gestured to an officer.
"Bring up file number… 0001."
Seraphina blinked.
"Zero… zero… One? That's… impossible."
Siheon looked between them. "Why? Is it a low number or something?"
Eric didn't answer.
The holographic projector hummed to life.
A gigantic sigil appeared first—the Bureau's highest-level classification seal. Then a warning:
[ EXTREMELY RESTRICTED RECORD ]
ACCESS LIMITED TO GOD-TIER SECURITY CLEARANCE
Beneath it, a name appeared.
B A E K S I H E O N
Siheon felt the air leave his lungs.
Seraphina whispered, "Siheon… this file was created before you were even born."
Siheon stared.
That… that wasn't possible.
Eric nodded grimly.
"This file predates every modern nation. Every recorded war. Even the creation of most continents."
The next line of text loaded—ancient, archaic script translated by the system:
[ SUBJECT OF CONCERN TO HEAVEN ]
[ SUBJECT OF CONCERN TO HELL ]
[ PROPHESIED CATALYST OF THE CONVERGENCE ]
Siheon's heart hammered.
Seraphina inhaled sharply. "The Convergence… that's the merging of celestial and demonic realms. The event that could erase Earth."
Eric stepped closer.
"And according to this file… you are the trigger."
Siheon's breath trembled. "I don't even know who I am…"
The hologram shifted again.
Now it showed imagery—ancient depictions, murals, echoes of memories etched in divine script.
A shadowy figure with two wings—one white, one black.
Eyes glowing like a star collapsing.
Walking through a battlefield of angels and demons.
Seraphina looked at Siheon slowly.
"…That looks like you."
Siheon's blood ran cold.
Eric continued, "This file is a warning created by both Heaven and Hell. They feared a being like you would someday awaken."
Seraphina grabbed Siheon's sleeve, grounding him.
"Hey. Whatever this is… you're not alone."
Siheon swallowed.
"Why didn't I know? Why don't I remember any of this?"
Eric hesitated.
"Because… your memories may have been sealed."
The word hit Siheon like a punch.
"…Sealed?"
Seraphina stared at Eric. "By who?"
Eric pointed at the next glowing line.
[ MEMORY SEAL: CREATOR SIGNATURE DETECTED ]
[ WARNING: GOD-LEVEL INTERFERENCE ]
Seraphina's eyes widened.
"No way… you're saying God himself—"
Eric nodded.
"God sealed his memories. And depending on what they were hiding… that means Siheon may be more dangerous than any celestial or demon alive."
Siheon's hands trembled slightly.
God-level interference.
A file older than nations.
A prophecy linking him to the end of realms.
He felt sick.
Seraphina grabbed both of his hands suddenly—firm, steady.
"Siheon. Look at me."
He looked up.
"You are not a prophecy," she said quietly. "You are a person. And I will stay with you until we find the truth. Even if Heaven or Hell tries to take you."
Siheon felt something shift in his chest.
Seraphina seeing he is not himself immediately requested permission to return back to earth.
Minutes after they left, the lights suddenly began to flicker.
Sirens blared.
[ WARNING: HIGH-THREAT ENERGY SIGNATURE DETECTED ]
Eric's expression twisted. "Not now—"
A portal of black lightning erupted in the center of the archive room.
Through the crackling rift… stepped a figure.
A tall woman with crimson hair flowing like flame. Her eyes glowed molten gold, and her armor burned with hellfire.
Eric raised his sword instantly. "Who the hell are you?"
The woman smiled.
"I am Lilith. First of the Abyss. High Queen of the Demon Realm."
"And I have come for what belongs to me, but unfortunately it seems I missed"
The alarms screamed louder as demonic energy flooded the room.